Lily froze for a moment, unable to believe her eyes. Of all the people she had expected to run into here, David was the last.
Her brows furrowed. “Why are you here?” she asked, her voice sharp with surprise and suspicion.
David’s gaze was fixed on her, his expression as dark as a brewing storm. “Why?” His lips curled into a half-smirk, half-sneer. “Because you are my wife. And wherever my wife is, I have every right to be there.”
The possessive weight in his tone made Lily’s chest tighten—not out of affection, but irritation. She had heard that line far too many times before, and it never failed to grate on her nerves.
Evan shifted uncomfortably on his seat. He glanced between them, sensing the tension. “Mr. Hardison,” he said carefully with a smile, “I think you should calm
